Paul Druecke - Fri. January 26, 2007
Paul Druecke resides in Milwaukee where he’s preoccupied, dramatically speaking, with the imminent death of a very dear friend. This friend, it so happens, is the distant relation of Frank Budgen, the Frank Budgen who was a friend of James Joyce’s. And this, tangentially, has given way to thinking that spam would’ve been a great medium for Joyce — the boozed up, near-blind, randy-old-smart alec broadcasting his forcefully playful language onto a public angry at the intrusion.
No doubt Joyce could’ve parodied with brutal precision those weirdly transparent emails whose author adopts the persona of someone, moderately educated, who has 25,000,000 gold pieces in a tattered trunk somewhere in Abidjan. Of course, if there’s a modern-day Joyce plying her craft via email con jobs, we’ll never notice — lost, as it is in the mountain-sized digital mire of male-enhancement and black-market software notices. There is, really, no hope for the spam folder. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Druecke
